Saturday, March 18, 2006

The curse of Fruit-Rod continues

Switching over from the Tourney to U.S. versus Mexico in the World Baseball Classic on Thursday night, I caught Vernon Wells of the U.S. hit into a game-ending double play, thus sealing Mexico's 2-1 victory and sending the Americans back to spring training. I watched silently for a half minute until the cameras focused on Fruit-Rod, standing at the top of the dugout, looking sullenly out onto the field. And I burst. Because while it would have been nice for the U.S. to win this thing, that one sight made the loss all the worth while. That man had never won anything of significance. And it continues.

About

Year

IP

ERA

WHIP

K

BB

2006

5.0

5.40

1.80

4

2

2005

72.2

5.33

1.40

61

32

2004

32.2

2.48

1.22

27

15

On December 13, 2003, the Los Angeles Dodgers pulled a coup d'etat in a single trade by swiftly ridding themselves of the Artist Formerly Known as Kevin Brown and landing an unknown Yhency Brazoban. One and a half year and an Eric Gagne blown elbow later, Yhency tempted his way straight to the Dodgers' closer role. Unfortunately, his stint as closer didn't last long, but his spirit is still strong, and it lives on in this blog. For I am the Son of Yhency. (Figuratively speaking, of course.)